Dark Boxes and Flying Cats

Innn a deep dark forest there was a deep dark hut and in the deep dark hut there was a deep dark room and in the deep dark room there was a deep dark cupboard and in the deep dark cupboard there was a deep dark box and in the deep dark box there was a deep dark book and in the deep dark book there was a deep dark page and on the deep dark page there was a picture of a deep dark forest and....

  Don't worry, I won't go on, (hehee), but it's fun...

How are you my preciousezz? (cat purrs contentedly)
Thank-goodness you're still all with me - though I suspected :D - again...it's raining, and again...it's gloomy. Only one place I ever went to where the rain wasn't gloomy.
  It was a few weeks I spent in Bali in which the rain seemed almost magical. Then again everything about that place did. Like there was this one night where I was waiting for my family on this swing set in a small area and out of nowhere these two Balinese women turn up and without blinking began to swing with me. I couldn't understand everything they said, but they (and I) were just happy to be there. It's their smiles I think, like coming home, and strangely they actually thought I was there on my honeymoon....funnyfunnny...love that place.

  Okay I'll stop yapping and let you sink back into the story...

All my love all you Catz and Baskerville Hounds,
Miss CLScarlett xx

                                                                

To be continued....